Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Josie, babe, that’s it. Take me with you.” The words rumble from my chest. I pull out and then push in one last time, holding my body tight as I come inside her pussy, enjoying every fucking moment. Josie drops beneath me, and my own body does the same, being careful not to give her all my weight but wanting to hold her to me without my cock losing her body. A hum of pure satisfaction permeates the air, and my mouth latches on to her neck, where I suck the skin into my mouth, marking her in another way, one where anyone can fucking see. One day, she’ll have something of mine permanently, my ring on her finger, her stomach swollen with our child. I want the whole damn thing, and I’m willing to put it all on the line that she does, too.
20
JOSIE
“Oh, honey, how long has this been going on?” It’s Sunday, the day Mom and Dad said they’d be here. We’re currently sitting in the living room, my laptop in front of me while Trace and my dad finish hauling out the last of the kitchen cabinets. Yesterday, any plans he had on getting started in the kitchen were thwarted with our time in bed, and I am not complaining even if it was a bit unorthodox.
“Not long,” I sigh. Trace is wearing the same clothes he did yesterday. He barely wore them after the first round of hot sex. Clothing was optional for the both of us the rest of the day and well into the evening. Today, on the other hand, I have the view of him pulling, hefting, lifting, and using every delicious muscle again, unlike this morning when I was on top, slowly riding his cock until I came on his long and thick length, only for him to finish with me on my back and his mouth wrapped around one nipple then the other. He came inside me without a barrier between us. Each jet of his cum triggered another mini-orgasm. Needless to say, the sexual tension and the chemistry between us are top notch. “Wait, you’re not upset that he’s closer in age to you than me?” I do a double-take, my head on a swivel.
“Do I look like I’d care? Oh, my darling daughter. You have a lot left to learn. I’m your biggest supporter. Now, your father, on the hand, that might be a shit storm potentially blowing up in your face. Tell him, soon, before someone else does.” Shit, my mom is right. Dad is the type of man to whom an omission of the truth is a lie, and I do not want to be on the receiving end of his look.
“You’re right. Not today, though. Tomorrow. I’ll stop by for lunch if he’s in the office?” It was me who convinced Trace to spend the night. So much for keeping things quiet. The nosey neighbors of Whispering Pines will be telling all of Blue Valley whose truck was parked in my driveway for the past twenty-four hours.
“Perfect. Now tell me how you met him. You haven’t been in Blue Valley but a few days. It takes most women years to find a man like him. I mean, Trace can’t keep his eyes off you.” Our gazes meet. Trace is carrying out one of the last kitchen cabinets. Dad and he took the counters off already, with a lot of cussing coming from my dad, a smirk or two from Trace, who took it in stride. I’m sure if this were a normal job, he wouldn’t be working on a Sunday or doing a lot of this on his own, which is probably why dad offered to help.
“Uh, well, yeah, about that.” I hedge, waiting until the guys are outside, the door firmly shut behind them. “Do you remember when I was in college, I went home with my then boyfriend, Wes?” Mom hums, thinking out loud, yet she must not remember. “I came home on spring break when I was supposed to be gone. Does that ring a bell now?” It should, considering Wes dropped me off, after I lied my ass off telling him I had a family emergency. Strike one in the worst girlfriend department. Mom and Dad were at home, packing for a trip when I slammed into the house like a herd of cattle.
“That one. I recall him, vaguely. Barely saw the taillights of his car as he sped away.” Yeah, she’s right about that. I’m not an innocent party either—strike two was kissing him with a side of an orgasm with your boyfriend’s dad, and strike three would be lying about a non-existent family emergency, then the icing on the cake, the final strike was breaking up with him the second we landed back at school.